Today I went to the Highlander Festival in Radford with my parents. We watched some beefy folks compete in some traditional highland games like caber tossing, hammer throwing and chucking a hay bale (they called it a sheaf) over a high pole. There were two stand outs. A giant redheaded man and a ripped brunette chick. We believe that maybe they are married and in love. This is how I imagine their courtship progressed:
"Hey lass, I've never seen anyone toss a caber like ye"
(tosses her hair and looks tough) "Aye, I be the toughest lady-caber tosser in all of America."
"You're a mighty bonnie lass, want ta get a pint down at the pub?"
(keep in mind, these are Americans, they're just feeling the ancestral vibe from all the caber tossing, that's why they're talking this way.)
"If ye can toss that sheaf 20 feet in the air, I'll go with ye."
Let me tell you, he had no problem tossing that sheaf that high.
"Now will you go to the pub with me?"
"Yes, but don't buy me Guinness. I hate Guinness."
"You are the perfect woman!!"
(the highlanders are Scottish, not Irish)
The rest is history. They now travel together, sharing their love and competing in highland sports. Someday they will have very strong babies.
